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GoneThe blank page intimidates me now. I sit staring at the vast white nothingness, pencil poised to release beauty upon it, but nothing ever happens. Well, something happens, but it’s nothing more than a crumpled ball reminiscent of the trembling form lying on the floor. Ever since you left, it’s all I ever accomplish.Gone by M3rcuryDr4g0n
Maybe it’s the way the blank page mirrors the space you left in my soul. I’m not mad at you. I perfectly understand that you had to go. You couldn't physically remain with us forever, and that cold January morning just happened to be the day God chose to pick you up from this boarding school we call Earth. He decided you’d learned all you needed to know to be an angel.
I don’t remember it, but she likes to bring up now and again the times you’d sit with me in the morning before you went to work in the field. I've been told you would hold the pencil in my hand and guide it to create sil
Recycled DreamsI was halfway down the second floor apartment stairs when I realized I'd left my left arm on the table.
It's no surprise of course, for I've always had a habit of misplacing important things like keys, documents, and identification cards, but to leave one’s arm on the table is truly embarrassing. I would have run back to get it, but the bus driver is always a bit early on Tuesdays and I could already hear the distant hum of the engine making its way to me. And it's not like I really need it for work anyway. So I left it behind.
It's penguins and oranges today; my latest client is a fairly normal one. The last dreamer wanted marsupial martial arts masters in Atlantis. In space. You would think putting dreams to canvas is an easy job, and you'd be right - but truly I wonder about humanity at times. Subconscious wanderings are laid bare to my paintbrush - they get their dreams, and I don't fall apart entirely.
Morpheus is upstairs. I know because I can see the color runn
~Dances to gypsy music by night.|
~Exists to fag up the Internet.
~Enjoys shuffling it all.
~May or may not be single-handedly responsible for the demise of countless pencils.
Current Residence: A place.
Print preference: Anything
Favourite genre of music: rock, techno, foreign music, classical
Favourite style of art: surrealism
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Rosiel, the Joker, Toki Wartooth, Pickles the drummer, Alucard, Luke, Jan , and Sasori
Personal Quote: "When in doubt, drop trou."